Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.

Thursday, June 05, 2008

a perfect end?

getting off that crowded train was a reliefafter a bomb scare, we were stuck inside it for what seemed forever. In the underground surrounded by milieu of people inside the train and security forces outside of it, I felt fortifiedscared was not what I felt, claustrophobic was more like it. after two hours when the train movedand I reached my destinationI sighed with much heartfelt pleasurepicking up my stuff, I walked off jauntily towards the exitas soon as I put my feet outI was pelted with gritty sandmy hands reaching out to save my eyesI stood there motionless along with othersall bearing the brunt of sand stormone thought in everyone's mind, what else?

"I suppose it was fitting end after what we went through in that train"

Was that up earlier and I missed it? lol! Well, I'm sorry to hear it - that is frightful. I hope you went home and had a nice soak with some choc covered strawberries nearby - or whatever you do to pamper yourself! :)

About Me

For someone who teaches mathematics, poetry comes easy. There are so many aspects about myself that are unknown even to me. Poetry is way to explore myself. Where it will lead me, I don't know. I don't want to know. I thrive on the unknown.